doc keeps joking that he did it to me. which would be funny, considering how gentle doc is, but i've looked like this before and i didn't do it to myself that time. so the joke is getting old.
i guess i got off easy. i didn't need stitches for the head wound or xrays for my nose or arm. my arm is coming along nicely. the bruises have come up, so it looks worse, but i can use it now.
the cats were terrified of me yesterday. aside from simon, none of them would get near me. they even avoided whatever room i was in. today was better. little girl curled up on my lap for a while and lelu came to me without wanting food. felix avoided me, though. i should wake him up and fuzzle him until he drools.
doc's not mad at me anymore. he was pissed off that night because he woke up to that mess. i had trashed the kitchen simply by falling all over everything. and i fell on and broke my art table in the living room. he was so mad, he washed the blood out of my hair with cold water. making sure to get plenty on my back and shoulders.
that's about all i remember. last night he offered me a shot of vodka to soothe my head, and i rejected that out of hand. it will be a while before i drink again, and i will never mix my drugs again. in spite of the lecture about river phoenix from doc.